A weekend chock-full of shoe envy.
As I mentioned, I attended the Log Cabin Republican National Convention this weekend, where I made the acquaintance of many wonderful people, not the least of whom was GayPatriotWest. I went to dinner with my fellow Floridian and a group he had networked with at the cocktail reception, only to discover that the man sitting across from me was a bona fide hero of the gay right-wing conspiracy. He's a very sharp guy (and plenty sharp-looking, if I may say so) whose opinions I don't always agree with, but I can always understand as being well-thought-out.
I also met Eva Young, who I hadn't read before, but is a quick-witted Midwesterner and fellow scientist who was delighted at my belt buckle, which features the periodic table of the elements.
I was delighted to get to meet Christine Todd Whitman, although Ben Stein and Chris Matthews cancelled, and the whole LCR staff, including Patrick Guerriero, Chris Barron, Jeff Cook, and the Board. I may have grabbed Chris Barron's ass in the Bourbon Street Pub and Disco.